There's no point to big bang, nor is there a reason why God would exist in the first place if you're into that... And then evolution comes, and evolves humans, and it helps them find ways to interact with the surrounding matter. And then it turns onto a unlit foggy road and we gain consciousness, and we start living a new life and create a completely new world, being selfish and oblivious to the rest of the universe. Who could blame the little lumps of neurons, when they're not even capable of understanding their own workings.And then we get to wonder why we get to wonder what was the cause of all of this, we admit our defeat and we try to at least comprehend the complexity of an atom...

And then time passes and what had happened countless times before happens again, and a human being dies, and it's consciousness is gone, and it's physical remains decompose and the time keeps on going and...and you realise that there is no point to it. That this wasn't planned. That life in this part of universe is just a coincidence. It might have happened before, and it might happen again. And that all you can do is rejoice while you can (and write posts on the Introvert Island Forums), or pity yourself for being so insignificant, and then you'll be gone.

What if brains are just a product of human bodies. They are considered organs after all. Human bodies have evolved brains to help them interact with the world. We're conscious as brains, we're assigned functions that the body simply couldn't do - hunting for food (finding a fridge), mating, so on. We decide what will happen to our bodies right? We're in control. How do you control your hear beat... your kidneys, stomach, so on. What if you, as a conscious brain are just a part of the body. It's product, and effectively you only serve your body. The fact that your conscious may give you the illusion that you're in control, because everything about your body you don't need to know is hidden to you. You have no chance to control the amount of blood flowing through your body right now. No way to tell your lungs how to manage oxigen. You may just be one of the servants being part of, and serving the organism that you know as, your body. Except there's no leader. You work as a team. And you, the conscious brain might be just as important as one of the rib guys down over in the chest department. Everyone knows what to do. Nobody needs guidance. Everyone cooperates. It's just your consciousness that made you a bit cocky thinking you control and own the whole thing.

This is close to the Buddhist position: that what we think is an unchanging self/soul is in fact a group of five "aggregates," four of them mental. These aggregates - consciousness in particular - give us the illusion of control. In reality, though, we can't even control our own mind, which spends a lot of the time replaying the past and fantasizing about the future.